Chameleon

Chameleon Aug 2018

I wish

I wish you wouldn't call me cute,
or be so nice when I talk about losing an old friend.
I wish you wouldn't tell me you've been thinking about me.
I wish you wouldn't put on classic rock and talk with me for hours, or make me dinner and worry that I won't like it.
I wish I wasn't so comfortable in your house, on your couch, in your bed.
I wish I didn't think you were going to kiss me when I left because you looked at me the way you used to before you'd kiss me.

I wish that all of these things meant you wanted me to be your girlfriend.

Chameleon Aug 2018

Cookie brownie

Sometimes I get the munchies so bad after smoking **** that I pick something I normally wouldn't.
Tonight before work I stopped at the gas station and my eyes skated across an Oreo cookie brownie.
I have had one before so I already knew it was exactly what I needed.
As I was driving I took bite after bite until finally, because it is so dense and sugary, I had to take a drink.
I ate nearly all of it in the 5 minutes it takes to get to work, but now I have just a little bit left that will probably go to waste because the munchies wore off and like I said,
I don't normally go for that kind of snack.

#**** #high #snacks #oreos #cookie #sweet

Chameleon Aug 2018

Rubber band

When we were sitting next to each other at the laundry mat he asked if I wanted this thin red bracelet he was wearing.
I said, "I guess so."
He took it off his wrist and placed it in my open palm.

I smiled.
It was the shape of a heart.

He gave me something very similar to his actual heart, stretchy, and easily breakable.
A rubber band.

Chameleon Aug 2018

Single

I am sitting in bed in my new dress, eating an extra large bar of Hersheys Dark Chocolate,
watching a Tv show about women in their mid twenties who are dysfunctional.
If that doesn't scream single I don't know what does.

Chameleon Aug 2018

Pizza party

Heat lightening flickers furiously in the night sky as I walk up the hill to the pizza place.
I pass by the bar and can hear music blaring from inside.
A man who is clearly drunk is outside on his cellphone.
It sounds like he's talking to a girl.
I walk inside the brightly lit store and walk up to the counter.
A guy has his back to me as he's taking an order on the phone.
Finally after what feels like forever he gets my pizza, I pay, and leave.
I begin walking back down the dark sidewalk away from the lights and the people.
I know that I could step inside that bar and meet someone.
Not even a guy like that, just someone to talk to.
But I don't want to.
Tonight I will eat pizza in bed alone and watch Girls.

Chameleon Aug 2018

Chameleon

You make me feel invisible.
But just because you aren't paying attention doesn't mean I don't exist.